seethingblue's Diaryland Diary

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too small for the here and now

maybe i am too small for the here and now

i'm beginning to understand why turtles have shells...when i lay down at night...i hear the sounds of my street outside...the sound of acorns crashing down on the roof and people drunk on their porches and the rain against the pavement...i fall asleep with the porch light on...

i am at that level again...where a sigh cuts right through you, where you interpret the palms of your hands...

where that feeling of something good being over fills you with indescribable sadness

2:00 p.m. - 2001-12-11

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